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“Me either, girl.”
“You can’t have him if I have him.”
“We can both have him. We can be the real sister wives.”
“That’s disgusting, Chelsea. I’m not sharing my husband with you.”
“If it was Henry Cavill, you wouldn’t share him with me?”
“No, I would not share him with you. And you’re disgusting for even asking.”
“I mean, I’m not saying that we both would sleep with him.”
“Then why would we be marrying him if not to sleep with him?” I said, staring at her.
“True,” she said. “Okay. That’s kind of gross.” She reached over and turned on the radio. “So when you were in the building, Harriet called me.”
“Oh gosh. What did she want?”
“She wanted to know if we wanted to come over for dinner.”
“Not really,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t really need to hear her lecturing me or going on about how wonderful her relationship is with Finn.” I rolled my eyes, and Chelsea started giggling.
“You are so jealous.”
“I’m not,” I lied. “Okay. A little bit. But can’t we just go and get a drink at a bar and meet some cuties and flirt?”
“Cuties in Port Sunshine are not worth flirting with,” she said.
“Girl, I’m desperate right now. Desperate times equal desperate measures. I’m not going to go home and sleep with any of them. I might just have a quick make-out session or something.”
“Really? Is that what you want to do, Polly?”
“Yes,” I said, glaring at her.
“Fine. Let me call Harriet and tell her we’re not coming over for dinner and tell her not to bother taking the ribeyes out of the freezer for the grill.”
“Ribeyes?” I licked my lips. “Okay, tell her we’ll come after the bar.”
“Okay,” Chelsea said with a laugh. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist ribeyes.”
I just shook my head at my sister. She knew me too well. I never said no to juicy red meat.
Chapter5
“Want to check out the new bar I was telling you about last week?” Chelsea asked me as she drove toward downtown Port Sunshine.
“Okay, sure. What’s it called?” I asked her as I undid another button on my shirt. I was starting to calm down and was starting to look forward to having a drink.
“It’s called Colorado’s Fine.”
“Colorado’s Fine?” I asked her. “What?”
“Don’t ask,” she said. “I just heard it’s called Colorado’s Fine.”
“Do you mean Colorado’s Finest?”
“Oh yeah, that makes more sense. Maybe it’s called Colorado’s Finest.”
